Kevin Bachmann

“There were men moving up the street, four abreast and three ranks deep, armed with cudgels and oval shields. They hadn’t resorted to violence yet, but had managed to clear a good length of street behind them with iron glares and those big shields. Behind them walked a man in soiled leathers with a wolf’s pelt draped over his head. He raised his arms and called out to the crowd. “Good people of Conthas! Hear me!” Clay searched the crowd for good people and came up short, but Wolfhead went on nevertheless.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“Ganelon sighed. "Slowhand..."
"Never again," Clay said. "Where you stand, I stand.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“and in the ensuing silence Clay heard the quiet but ominous thud of Ganelon setting his beer down on the table.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld

“The ship, which appeared to belong to another band, was just passing by for a look. She was bigger than the Old Glory, but not by much. The words Lucky Seven had been painted on her belly, but the seven had been crossed out, as had the six below it. The word five was scrawled underneath, but Clay only spotted four people at the rail and wondered silently if the ship was due for another paint job.”
― Nicholas Eames, Kings of the Wyld